After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

not quietly, the way she sometimes cries at the end of a long difficult thing, the tears that come when relief is larger than the container you had been keeping it in. She had her hand over her mouth and her shoulders were shaking and she was looking at the boxes and then at me and then back at the boxes.

“I can’t accept this,” I finally managed. The continue reading …